Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
UT,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.